A whole weekend gone, and I have accomplished nothing. Yeah, I did some reading, but in the end, I have yet to accomplish anything that I can hold up and say "look, this is what I did!" Sadly, I have 2 opening statements to do tomorrow, and I have yet to write one. I seem to lack inspiration. I keep staring at my screen, hoping for that inspiration that will kick start a great opening statement. It is like writers block, only more annoying, since I can explain writers block to other writers when I am writing fiction. But trying to explain that I can't write an opening statement without a creative kick? People tend to give me an odd look. So I will sit here and stare, till something kicks in.

On a different note, my knee is starting to heal, although it is VERY itchy. To re-cap just how I came to wound myself, I slipped on some ice and then scraped myself across the pavement, thus ripping off a chunk of my knee and scraping my shin allllllll up. And now, almost a week later, it is slowly healing. But it itches. Itch itch itch. I feel like a 5 year old, whining about a cut, with a big band aid on. And yet, 20 years later, that 5 year old seems to manage to do the SAME thing to herself. You'd think I would out grow this stuff (or at least do it in a sport or something cool, but noooooooo.....) Ah well. itch itch itch